Thank you, thank you, thank you!
On Friday we went to the urologist to get my husband's bone scan and CT results: They found nothing else wrong! Nada, nunca, zippo!
Yes, this assclown actually tattooed the symbol for "empty set" on the back of his hairy ass neck. Come on! That is fucking hilarious. Did he ask the tattoo guy for the ultimate I-never-want-to-get-laid tattoo? Or maybe "what tattoo says I am completely devoid of value AND a total nerd?"
NEGATIVE BABY!! NO METASTASIS!
We went over treatment options and, after a lot of research and deep family pow wows, have decided on an aggressive treatment course that will hopefully result in a completely cancer free hubby after 6 months.
Because he does have the ability to be a total asshole, he has said that his dying wish is to see me cross the Vineman Full Iron finish line.
Thanks, babe. No pressure at all.
(This is tongue in cheek. He is NOT dying. I have not given my permission for him to leave and he knows better than to defy me. ;) )
Therefore, I must get my growing-ever-more-substantial derriere in gear and get back to training.
I had a minor surgery myself that required me to take 3 weeks off, but the doctor cleared me to start back up on Thursday this week.
I am not sure it is possible for me to get ready in the time left and I know we have some tough stuff ahead of us, but if my baby wants me to train, train I will. Whatever I am ready for and whatever happens on July 31st is fine by me as long as hubby is there with me taking his trademark embarrassing pictures of my suffering.
First up, Marin Marathon April 25th. Better dust off my pink hat!